Encounters

Chapter 2

By SailorKittyMoon

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon.

Brrrrrrrrrrr … God, it's freezing out here, should've thought about putting more clothes on. Dang, this place is way too crowded and smells absolutely icky, as I make my way towards the front of the club I have to suffer the misfortune of stepping over couples having sex in the car park. Don't these people even have the slightest fear of getting run over while they're in the middle of an orgasm or something! Well, here I go one pair, two pairs and three … Ohhhhh!

"Oomph!"

I'm not even gonna add a comment for that.

"Serena!"

That voice sounds very familiar.

"Over here!"

So does that one, looking up, I see my four best friends standing cuddled up together, serves them right for wearing such short clothes.

"J'ai tellement de choses à te dire!"

Ah Mina; she has this thing for French (She reckons men love a woman who can speak French) and I can already see Raye opening her mouth to add another statement.

"There aren't any guys here so can we just stick with English please, unless some of you are secretly lesbians and are in love with one of us!" That should put them in their places.

In the club, we head off to find a table, most likely an impossible task since the place is practically flooded. When we get to the middle of the floor, we use our very useful strategy and form an outward circle to scan the club. Nope, no luck here! Turning back I see this really evil look appear on Raye's face, if you've seen it, you'd actually realize how spooky it is, I actually shudder, I think.

"I can see one, follow me!" She sounds like a flipping commander going off to battle with her troops.

We follow her like soldiers making our way across the battlefield, as I'm shoving a 100 ton whale out of my way, Raye goes into drama queen mode, and damn is it obvious.

"Oh, my ankle, I think I've twisted it!" With that she falls back with the back of her hand on her forehead.

The least I was expecting was a thump as her body hit the floor, but nothing came. Looking around her, I noticed she was sitting in the lap of, and here the suspense builds, Darien Shields!

She has this really MAJOR crush on him and it's so impossibly obvious that only the dumbest of people wouldn't notice, and if you're wondering, yes I'm describing Darien. He has got this really cheeky smile on his face as he says 'Hi' to the rest of us.

"I think my ankle's gone Darien!" Oh look, she's pouting.

He puts his arms under her legs and behind her back; her face lights up like a Christmas tree with too many lights!

"Sorry babe, Greg's the expert when it comes to injuries," and with that he dumps her on Greg's lap. I feel for her, really I do, but I honestly can't help a grin appearing on my usually angelic face.

"Hey sweetheart," I roll my eyes as he pulls me onto his lap; I can never really pinpoint what his problem is.

"Hello Stoopid!" everyone goes quiet, even the guys (Who've usually got a lot to say) go proper quiet! "Raye has a new crush," I announce, at least it'll start a conversation.

"Oh really, is it someone I know?" I start to nod, "Who is it?"

Oh Darien, it's you!

"Well, he's really sexy and has the greatest body I've ever seen and he looks exactly like you!"

Is she trying to be secretive?

"Really, hmmm … okay I can't guess, tell me."

God, if 'he looks exactly like you' who do you think it is you imbecile, your non-existent twin brother!

At this stage, Raye goes all coy. I turn around to look at Darien's face, poor guy; he must've stood in the good-looks line twice and missed the more important asset of the human body, the brain! I pat his poor little head.

"You're so innocent."

"Really?"

No, I'm only joking.

I nod my head.

"Why?"

"I dunno, you just are."

He has the audacity to grin, "Would someone innocent do this?" Wait, where is this leading?

Eeeeeeeeekkkkkkkk; he had the indecency to pinch my bottom!

"Or this?"

He turns me around so I'm straddling him and then his hands wander to my back, no, no, yup he just undid the knots from the back of my dress, and those were the only things holding it up. Everyone from the table can probably see my underwear already and now they're gonna see everything else, doesn't the guy have an ounce of shame?

I try to wring my hands from his grasp to hold my dress up; he's got the hold of a bloody steel man! At this point I'm gonna start crying soon, though I don't have much dignity I still have my pride. It's gone way past half way down my breasts, too much cleavage alert! Just when it's about to go lower, he lets go of my hands and ties my dress up again, exactly where it is at the moment. With that he chuckles and then turns me around again.

"The rest is only for me to see," he whispers in my ear.

Raye's throwing me killer looks, I dunno what her problem is, it's not like I'm having an affair with the guy, she should feel sorry for me instead, I'm being mauled by a male slut for god's sake. The rest of the table seems to be well occupied so no flashing underwear, I hope. Darien kisses the underside of my ear before resting his chin on my naked shoulder, it's kinda ticklish and he's practically suffocating me.

"You could let go of the death grip," I manage to squeak out, he weakens his grip around my waist, finally, I can breathe.

Greg's flirting with Raye now, looking over at Amy, I see this really sad look on her face. Awe, poor soul, she should really learn to be more forward.

"Greg, Amy wore that dress all for you so pay her a little attention will ya?" I give myself an invincible thump at the back (I got over cave men ages ago), see, that's what you call being forward.

I look over at Amy to see this really enraged look on her face, at least she's not blushing, she got over that stage awhile ago, and her dress would make many go redder than a cherry. Her idea of showing people that she could have fun too was by dying her hair blue; not exactly my kinda thing but I don't blame her. She probably went mental after having so much gibberish crammed into her brain.

With a huff she walks off, Greg dumps Raye on the chair he was seated on and follows her. See, I never do anything without thinking of the consequences first, although others wouldn't agree, but what would they know.

"What happened to your date?" I turn back to talk to Darien since no one else would talk to me. Lita's flirting, Mina's flirting and now that Raye's free, Chad has decided to move in.

He pointed across the room to a woman who was throwing death glares towards the table we were sitting on.

"You dumped the poor thing?"

"Nah, she probably got jealous of you, I don't really like the clingy kind."

"What kind do you like then?" He's about to open his mouth to answer, damn, wrong question, "I mean; you were doing all that when she was less than a foot away from you!" Phew!

He grinned, "She had to go to the ladies."

"Oh," I turn back to see Amy and Greg's progress. Oooo, he has definitely gotten to her, they're about an inch away. Agreed I can be a real stalker sometimes but I think they need their privacy at the mo.

About 2 hours, 10 dances (me dancing like I was having sex with clothes on and mainly with Darien) and JUST 1 drink later, I was saying bye-bye to my lovely friends.

I tried to rush back to my apartment to avoid Darien because I could guess what was probably on his mind and I sooo needed some rest now. My fitness gave up on me as I descended up the stairs and he easily caught me up (he was just strolling as well)! Thus consisted a make-out session against the wall (for about half an hour) where there was NO KISSING AT ALL involved, just a lot of suckling and groping. Doesn't he ever get enough -------------- okay so I enjoyed it, is that a crime?